
I love him.
I want him.
I need him.
I breathe him.

We all have our own stories, and they part and intersect in many different places. It's

I just feel like even the ugliest truth feels a whole lot better than carrying around the weight of lies.

I don't need a hero, Wes." I say again, pressing our foreheads tight again, my thumbs both drawing soft lines along his jaw. "I just need you.

That's how I love you, you know?" he says, swallowing slowly and meeting my eyes. "With everything.

They can't help us. All the heroes in the universe couldn't help the Winters family. We're a clan of beings who can only help ourselves.

My dreams, Emma. This is better than my dreams.

I've never wanted to be someone's someone. But damn do I want to be her everything.

I wanted you to fall. And I wanted to catch you.

Ugly doesn't have a color. It lives among selfishness and hate

I'm about to kiss Josselyn Winters," he says, a light laugh escaping him. "Holy shit." I

It's been six hours since our friendship pact - sealed with a kiss,

There's a difference between biology and real love, I've learned.